"kriah" poems
when the seventh veil is rent,
i will crack the carapase of my skin.
the flakes will dance in the air and settle,
just to be blown by a gust of roaring fury,
revealing the
infinitely cold and silent
dizzying void underneath it all.
with one, light years away, pulsing star
of pain.
shma.
Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 8:24 AM UTC